Superintendent’s Visit to One-Room School Was Scary

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By Capper's Staff | Mar 26, 2013

One of the scary things I remember during both my student and teacher days was the visit from the county superintendent. This lady would drop in, unexpectedly if possible, like the proverbial thief-in-the-night to learn if the teacher was following the prescribed course of study or wandering down some avenue of learning not recognized by the authorities.

During one of my teaching years, everything seemed to go wrong the day the CS dropped in. That night I couldn’t sleep and these lines flew into my head:

With Apologies To Poe
Today is dark and dreary as March days often are. In my bones I sense some trouble in the future not too far.
What can it be, I wonder, that is lurking my way? Will I know what ’tis I’m dreading before I’ve lived the day?
Thus I ponder, ponder, ponder, but I ponder it no more. For the County Superintendent is a-standing at the door!
I know she will not hurt me, but my senses all have left. I’m really scared quite spit-less, of my speech I am bereft.
She quietly sits, smiling, but I close my eyes and “squench” For just where she is sitting there is coal dust on the bench.
There quite cozily beside her the wash basin sits And tells a vivid story of some mighty dirty mits.
Someone dropped the soap jar, floor’s slick as a banana. And there for every eye to see is dust on the pianna.
My precious little darlings with their talents all so rare Must vie at making noises so she’ll know that they are there.
Why must they drop their pencils,
Squeak their shoes and slam their books,
And why above all these things must they give her coy looks?
As I view their strange behavior, I vow they will repent,
But shall I knock their teeth out now, or wait till she “has went?”

Marjorie Crouch
Uvalde, Texas

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